Luyện nghe bài hát Arc Of Time (Time Code)

You can a plan
it into stone
Like a feather
It is still

Until the clock up
it's time to go
You choose the high
Or the road

You clinch your fist
You might fork your
As you or praise
All the things done

And the move
And the dies
As we pass
On the arc of

So you your love
a wounded dove
In the covered of night

Every is crossed
By frenetic
separate and then collide

And they like sheets
you fall asleep
And finally unwind

a black balloon
It's a dream you'll deny

I hear if you make
Jesus Christ
You get right up
From that chalk

And you'll get dolled up
And dress in white
All to your place
In his line

And then in you'll
With those drums
In a saintly

No more whiskey
No blonde haired girls
For your whole life

And you'll do the
That was
At the very of time

Singing, I you son
The day would
You would die, die, you'd die, you'd die

You die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die
You die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die
You would die, you'd die, die

To the deepest
Of the human
The fear of expands

Till we the code
We have known
But could understand

On a circuit
We will be born
Again, again, again,

And again, again, again,
And again, again, again,
And again, again,